At work today, my uncle (and boss) was gifted a rather large tube of elk meat. A massive sausage if you will. I am a tremendous fan of all things meat, so naturally I began salivating and dropping hints that the sausage, myself, and my uncle would all be best served by the meat falling into my hands. Thanks to the kindness of my uncle, fall that meat did, right into the aforementioned "my hands."
I then had the fun adventure of wandering around the office with a large tube of meat. As I shared this tale with Matthew, he pointed out that my actions were probably more than just a little intimidating for many of my coworkers. Yet, that was probably good, because then they must have known who was in charge. Said he, "Speak softly and carry a large piece of meat."
Words to live by.
And now the poem:
Meat is good in nugget or tube.
Meat is good as traveling food.
Meat can be used as a weapon, if needs be.
Meat can be a best friend to me
if I dress it up and paint on a face
then carry it around my workplace.
I can show everyone
the nice work that I've done
but they gonna get popped in the mouth if they try to get they grubby hands all up on my meat. That was a gift. That was a GIFT.
That is all. Merry 2010.